"The hose?" Tuck asked, not understanding what the fuck that could possibly mean. His wits returned slowly, as well as his ability to move. He was slow about it, because he really didn't want to vomit, but he rose up onto his hands and knees, crawling forward so he could touch Will through the bars.
"'was a church thing. Went to the back to get cups. Dammit. Will. Let me look at you," he said, his hands going to Will's face. His cheeks looked slightly hollowed out. "Your hair. What did he do to you hair?" Everything was still a little too dull for Tuck to panic yet.